Crow Mask Barbeque

you have something hands want hard
a devil’s penny earned in emerald
your cold home made to save suburbs
working you to the bone in an ownership of chamomile life
& we have you make the saving roll
in a workshop of porcupine fever
oh you mariachi you
something the devil’s saved
is something you want
if a penny saved is a penny entitled for the matriarch
naked & covered in blood
from the nursery to the grave
if this is what you wanted
this is what you get

your sacred heritage insinuated by your bootstraps
with a sweet peppermint cancer
improved an equal chewing language virus
your drunken heritage insinuated by beer-soaked men
& a pilgrim’s progress
let the peregrine go
sod all your bootstraps
at the apex of infection crush
sacred are your sacred creations of you lot
you have earned an emerald cold home ownership in your chamomile life
naked & covered in blood
from the nursery to the grave
if this is what you wanted
this is what you get

This was written by josh. Posted on Wednesday, September 30, 2015, at 7:16 am. Filed under poetry. Bookmark the permalink. Follow comments here with the RSS feed. Trackbacks are closed, but you can post a comment.

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